View point from a piñata

I was a piñata and I loved my life. One day a little boy walked down the isle and kept giving me the strangest look for a few minutes. He quickly turned around and ran away then only moments later he returned with his mother. He pointed to me with excitement and begged his mother. The young boys mother reached up and grabbed me off the shelf. Soon enough I was hanging from a tree. I felt very full and I'm not sure why. I stayed in the tree for a long time, then 10 kids burst out of the house and are running full speed toward me. One with a stick, then the worst thing ever happened. They beat me to death. It all happened so fast my lovely piñata days were over as my paper like skin split and cracked with each hit. And my insides were everywhere on the ground it was a mess.