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I used to have them at my parties all the time, when I was a little kid. My grandmother would drive to Miami from Key West (where we lived) to get them at a shop she had been going to for years. The most satisfying I can remember was getting to beat the daylights out of The Little Mermaid at my 5th birthday party.
::thinks:: I think the last one I had was for my 8th birthday party in Colorado.
My younger brother always had them at his birthdays as well, in Colorado and in Florida, until the year my genius father thought it was okay to use a real baseball bat instead of a whiffle bat.
If it hadn't been for the porch column in just the right place, my brother would've been killed. As it was, he got a good sized bump on his forehead and a fair bit of trauma. We kind of ditched piņatas after that.
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