Once in fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the restroom. Before I go on, I should specify two things. 1. My class was practically just around the bend from the washroom, next to the storage units. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for whatever reason, I was waving my arms around in a unrestrained half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally smacked someone in the cheek. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top socially inept moments.