One time in fifth grade, I was heading back to the classroom from the bathroom. Before I continue, I should mention two things. 1. My class was just just around the bend from the washroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my classroom 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-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently hit someone in the face. It took me a second to understand 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.