Once in Grade 5, I was heading back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was practically 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 last year. Now, for some reason, I was waving my arms around in a crazy half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently hit someone in the face. It took me a second to realize who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top clumsy moments.