Wild Child

She was a missile.
Running all over the place.
Ok, granted, I was running as well.
I was trying to keep the string safe.
She caught it a few times, it narrowly escaped.
I ran downstairs with her in tow.
I ran back up with the string and a camera.
I stopped suddenly and whipped the string.
She went down in a heap twisted all around.
The string grazed by her and went up.
She looked at it in wonder and confusion.
Snap.