The Life of a Piñata

Here I am, just hanging on this rope. Scared half to death, not exactly sure how much longer I will be living anyways. All I see are creatures, that vary in size and shape, running back and forth. Unlike my kind they are very loud, and energetic. One of the bigger creatures gathers all the kids and puts them in a line, youngest to oldest, to hit me full force with a stick. I've heard of this many times since the moment I was assembled. "Three hits each." Said the bigger one that put the little ones in line. BOOM .... All I can think is "How many more hits can I take." This can't be real, it must be a dream I cannot believe this is my life. My circle of life is to get assembled, sit in the same spot in a store  until I get chosen, get filled with  sweets and treats, get hung up by a rope, and then be repeatedly beaten with a stick by children until I let go of the secured candy inside of me. BAM another hit this one denting my chest. Then POW another overwhelming hit to almost the  same spot as the hit before. Candy pours to the floor and the creatures fight over it. They take me down and put me in a bag, then move the bag to a big black bin and I go to sleep for what I believe is going to be the last time.