One time in fifth grade, I was walking back to class from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should note two things. 1. My classroom was just just around the bend from the bathroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my grade that I had a crush on for the last year. Now, for some reason, I was swinging my arms around in a unrestrained half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally slapped someone in the head. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was mortified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top clumsy moments.