was that even real?

Reckless abandon was not a trait she commonly associated with herself. No, that was a characteristic better left to those who do it best - hooligans and fools, the stupid and the criminal. She was in control, tightly wound, every motion, every utterance, every decision thoughtfully contrived. She was never one to let her hair down in any sense of the phrase. Which is why, late one summer evening while sitting alone beneath a tree, the events that transpired were so peculiar. She reflected. She cried. Eventually, like a watch overwound she came to a halt. She smiled. She laughed. Recklessness ensued.