Saturday, June 6, 2009

Hard candy

Birthday parties in my neighborhood always featured piñatas. They were utterly lawless, these parties: a baseball bat; an avalanche of candy; a mobocracy of kids. Recipe for disaster! Sure enough, one day when we were crowding around the piñata, shoving and pushing to get as close to the impending shower of candy as we could, the boy swinging the bat whacked me in the skull. I caught the full backswing. Prone on the grass, I saw shimmering, sparkling stars flutter down around me. Then I realized they weren't stars; they were Jolly Ranchers. Either way, it was one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen.

2 comments:

runnerfrog said...

My, I never knew of anyone having Jolly Ranchers inside her head. I have gummy bears instead, that's why I have headaches during humid days.
However, the whack in the skull is a classic! It's the batter prerogative (also know as the lion prerogative): "The first bite is mine".

CJGallegos said...

You're images are incredible!