Sunday, March 9, 2014

Sunday Confessions: "Celebrate"

Hello, Readers!  I am doing something new today, which is called Sunday Confessions.  More than Cheese and Beer hosts the Sunday Confessions and provides a topic for each Sunday Confessions post.  This week's topic was "Celebrate."  The story I chose to write about took place when I was 6-years-old and had the birthday party of my dreams, or so I thought...

When I was 6, I decided that I really wanted to have a pool party for my birthday. We lived in California and had a pool in our backyard, so this was convenient. I anticipated this party to be a blast. And it was, for the most part. A bunch of 6-year-olds were swimming in my pool, splashing in my pool, being too loud in my pool, and generally just being obnoxious in my pool--what could be more fun?

The activities of this party consisted of more than swimming. There were other things too, such as the pinata. The pinata is always one of the most highly anticipated activities in a children’s birthday party, and mine was no exception.

At some point, one of the kids hit the pinata with an incredible force, causing the pinata to bust open and most of the candy to fall on the ground. Without missing a beat, my little 6-year-old guests swarmed around with their stupid little treat bags like they had somehow transformed into vultures. Vultures that were really into candy, that is. They were so fast and aggressive--holy crap were they aggressive!

By nature, I have always been somewhat of a polite and passive individual. With that said, I just stood there and watched the chaos ensue, completely frozen and unsure of how to process what was happening, let alone react to it. After a few sorry attempts to get in on the action, I soon realized that these kids were not the type to kindly step aside as I grab a quick handful or two of candy. Nor was I the type to start pushing and shoving just for a few pieces of candy.

With that realization came some tears. I felt helpless. While I’m not sure exactly what I was thinking at that moment, I am sure it was something like, “I thought I was going to get a lot of candy today. It is my birthday, after all. But no, these little assholes have robbed me of that opportunity. I think I am going to cry about this because this is very sad and disappointing.”

As I was standing underneath the busted pinata crying helplessly, my mom and the rest of the adults came to my rescue. Somehow the adults were miraculously able to talk the kids into sharing the contents of their treat bags with me.

Within a matter of seconds, all was well in my world again. I could not have been more relieved. I’ll be honest, for a second there, I thought I was going to have to find a new group of kids to play Power Rangers with at recess. Thank God that wasn’t the case.

In the end, it was a really fun party. Minus my little freak out episode, that is. The days following my party consisted of eating an abundance of pinata candy, and, of course, hearing my mom tell way too many “It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to” jokes.

PS, I am aware of the fact that I did not use the Spanish accent on 'n' in pinata when I wrote this post. That is because I don't know how. I will learn. You will see.

MoreThanCheeseandBeer

12 comments:

  1. I would have had the same reaction as a kid. I wasn't very aggressive. Kids are ruthless when it comes to candy.

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    1. Kids are completely INSANE when it comes to candy.

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  2. Kids are assholes. Congrats on your first Sunday Confession!!!!

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    1. Thank YOU for introducing me to the Sunday Confessions and inviting me to participate!!

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  3. Of course you can cry if you want to! You show me one person who's never cried at their own birthday and I'd call that person a liar who cries in the bathroom where noone can see. Great confession!

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    1. That is very true. In fact, I'm sure I have cried on more birthdays than just that one. And thanks...it was my first time doing the Sunday Confessions, and I think I may be hooked!

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  4. Childhood fear admission -- Up until I was 14-15, I was deathly afraid of pinatas. I loved the concept of getting free candy, however the thought of beating something up until I got candy was mortifying to my small child mind. No idea why looking back.

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    1. When you think about it, beating the hell out of a pinata really is a weird tradition. Being afraid of a pinata is no weirder than being afraid of clowns, in my opinion. Due to my lack of athletic skills, I was always dreading the pinata part of birthday celebrations. That, and the fact that all of the other kids trampled over little shy me.

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  5. Lol I would have been one of the little jerks.. My mom didn't let us have sweets so when the opportunity came up I went WILD.

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    1. Ha ha! Hey, those little jerks were smart because they got all of the candy. Also, I didn't eat very much candy as a child either. My mom was convinced that it turned me into a crazy demon child. Chocolate in particular. I wasn't allowed to eat chocolate for a long time.

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  6. I would have been too afraid to get in there too. I would have just waited and lured the kids away later in the party and then i would have stolen the candy they were so vulturously attacking earlier

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    1. You are smart, Tom. I wish I had thought of that.

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