One time in fifth grade, I was making my way back to the classroom from the restroom. Before I continue, I should note two things. 1. My class was practically right around the corner from the washroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my grade that I had a crush on for the last year. Now, for some reason, I was flailing my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally slapped someone in the head. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top clumsy moments.