One time in Grade 5, I was walking back to class from the washroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My class was just around the corner from the bathroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for an unknown reason, I was waving my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally slapped someone in the face. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top clumsy moments.