Yes, you can be sure that I clobbered that piñata at my birthday party, age 9, while we were living in Mexico.. However, there was a problem. The goodies were contained in a clay pot concealed inside the piñata, so eventually my Dad had to get a hammer and smash the clay pot, and then there was a crazy scramble for the goodies. Oh, did I scuffle with someone who was throwing their weight around to shove everyone else out of the way and take more of the goodies than everyone else? Fatso. Or at least that is how it may have seemed to me. Somehow my emotions are no longer attached to the event, so that I can almost not remember that at all, only the way you describe it sounds so different from the way that I would sort of remember that.
