Once in fifth grade, I was walking back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should note two things. 1. My classroom was practically right around the corner from the bathroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for an unknown reason, I was swinging my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally hit someone in the cheek. 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 cite that as one of my top clumsy moments.