Piñata Stick
Estefany Cano
Piñata
As piñata sticks are commonly associated with parties or holidays in my culture the story surrounding the stick does not take place at a party. I was about nine or ten and we were at my grandparent’s house during the summertime. My cousin and I were given the task of cleaning out my grandmothers shed. As we were cleaning, we found leftovers of what looked like party supplies. The thing that had caught my eye was a piñata stick covered in gold and purple tissue paper. As I went in to reach for it so did my cousin, this started a huge fight between us. Somehow not only did we break a vase that was in there we also managed to knock down the Christmas tree box. The box blocked the door, and we could not get out. As my cousin tried yelling for help, I managed to steal the stick from him, and we started to fight again forgetting we were stuck.
Since everything good happens to us the was a beehive behind the shed. Though I do not remember what or how they came in all I remember is getting a bee stuck in my hair. As I started panicking my cousin though the only way to get the bee out was to hit the bee with the piñata stick. As I tried to throw the stick through the hole in the window so he would not hit me in the head I accidentally hit someone with it. That someone turned out to be my aunt. Instead of trying to help us get out of the shed and get the bee out of my hair she decided to scold us for hitting her with the stick. This resulted with my cousin throwing me under the bus by telling her I was the one who threw the stick. Which resulted with more scolding from my aunt as my cousin laughed.
Around this time my cousin and I had already been in the shed for about an hour. With the bee still in my hair my aunt finally stopped scolding me. She then asked as to why I threw the stick and how her son was trying to kill me with it. After finally realizing I still had the been in my hair she went for help to get us out of there. Yet again to out luck we would have to be there for another 30 min till our dads got back with the tools. We could not get out through the windows because the were as big as a laptop screen. My aunt then decided to give my life into my cousin’s hands again. She made him take the bee out of my hair which my cousin took advantage of and pulled my hair. We finally go the bee out and my cousin and I were freed from the shed. I luckily was not stung but my cousin was. To get pay back from my cousin pulling my hair I proceeded to chase him around the yard with the piñata stick. Due to this event every time I see a piñata stick I remember how we got stuck in my grandparents shed over a piñata stick.
As piñata sticks are commonly associated with parties or holidays in my culture the story surrounding the stick does not take place at a party. I was about nine or ten and we were at my grandparent’s house during the summertime. My cousin and I were given the task of cleaning out my grandmothers shed. As we were cleaning, we found leftovers of what looked like party supplies. The thing that had caught my eye was a piñata stick covered in gold and purple tissue paper. As I went in to reach for it so did my cousin, this started a huge fight between us. Somehow not only did we break a vase that was in there we also managed to knock down the Christmas tree box. The box blocked the door, and we could not get out. As my cousin tried yelling for help, I managed to steal the stick from him, and we started to fight again forgetting we were stuck.
Since everything good happens to us the was a beehive behind the shed. Though I do not remember what or how they came in all I remember is getting a bee stuck in my hair. As I started panicking my cousin though the only way to get the bee out was to hit the bee with the piñata stick. As I tried to throw the stick through the hole in the window so he would not hit me in the head I accidentally hit someone with it. That someone turned out to be my aunt. Instead of trying to help us get out of the shed and get the bee out of my hair she decided to scold us for hitting her with the stick. This resulted with my cousin throwing me under the bus by telling her I was the one who threw the stick. Which resulted with more scolding from my aunt as my cousin laughed.
Around this time my cousin and I had already been in the shed for about an hour. With the bee still in my hair my aunt finally stopped scolding me. She then asked as to why I threw the stick and how her son was trying to kill me with it. After finally realizing I still had the been in my hair she went for help to get us out of there. Yet again to out luck we would have to be there for another 30 min till our dads got back with the tools. We could not get out through the windows because the were as big as a laptop screen. My aunt then decided to give my life into my cousin’s hands again. She made him take the bee out of my hair which my cousin took advantage of and pulled my hair. We finally go the bee out and my cousin and I were freed from the shed. I luckily was not stung but my cousin was. To get pay back from my cousin pulling my hair I proceeded to chase him around the yard with the piñata stick. Due to this event every time I see a piñata stick I remember how we got stuck in my grandparents shed over a piñata stick.
Cadet Estefany Cano is at her third year in high school and plans on staying till senior year. She plans on graduating spring of 2022. When she graduates, she plans on becoming a criminal lawyer. She is the field maintenance chief of the paint ball club. She is also part of the Mexican club and the Poly club.