At one point in Grade 5, I was heading back to class from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should specify two things. 1. My class was literally right around the corner from the bathroom, next to the storage units. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for some reason, I was swinging my arms around in a wild half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally smacked someone in the face. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top clumsy moments.