Once in the fifth grade, I was heading back to class from the washroom. Before I go on, I should mention two things. 1. My class was just right around the corner from the bathroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my classroom that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for some reason, I was flailing my arms around in a crazy half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently smacked someone in the head. It took me a second to recognize 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.