Once in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to the classroom from the restroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was just around the corner from the restroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my grade that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for an unknown reason, I was flailing my arms around in a crazy half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently slapped someone in the face. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top clumsy moments.