One time in fifth grade, I was walking back to class from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should note two things. 1. My class was just around the corner from the bathroom, next to the storage units. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for whatever reason, I was waving my arms around in a wild half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently hit someone in the cheek. 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 mention that as one of my top clumsy moments.