One time in the fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the bathroom. Before I proceed, I should mention two things. 1. My classroom was literally just around the bend 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 whatever reason, I was waving my arms around in a crazy half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally hit someone in the cheek. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top clumsy moments.