At one point in the fifth grade, I was heading back to the classroom from the bathroom. Before I proceed, I should mention two things. 1. My classroom was practically 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 last year. Now, for an unknown reason, I was flailing my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like glee, 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 cheek. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top clumsy moments.