Epic Piñata

My sixth birthday was the last I had while my family still lived in the trailer park I had spent my early years in. The first year of my life I actually lived above a funeral home where my mom was employed as a caretaker, but since I have no memory of that place I consider this my first home. With my November birthday I was one of the oldest in my kindergarten class, and generally bored out of my mind... But that's straying from the story.

One of my dad's good friends worked as a manager at a gas station, and when my birthday came around he gave my dad a rainbow-shaped piñata they had had as a display in the store to use for my party. He filled it with candy and hung it above the gap between our living room and kitchen.
After other little games like pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey it was finally time to attack the monster with baseball bats.

As was our tradition, we lined the kids up smallest to biggest, so more would have a chance to hit the piñata. This... was an understatement. Everyone had their chance and then some, we'd have two at once beating the thing to no avail. We gave the bat to my dad and he only managed to knock it off the hook, without so much as a dent. After much frustration my dad finally takes a hammer to it, managing to punch a hole in it. Turns out instead of paper-maché, it was solid cardboard, especially thick and clearly not designed to be used as an actual piñata. My dad had to break it in half to finally let all of the candy out, and by then everyone was too exhausted to run for it.

Let that be a lesson to you- display means for display, not for letting six-year-olds smack with a giant stick.