One time in the fifth grade, I was walking back to class from the bathroom. Before I proceed, I should mention two things. 1. My classroom was practically right around the corner from the restroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for an unknown reason, I was waving my arms around in a crazy half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally hit someone in the cheek. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top clumsy moments.