At one point in the fifth grade, I was heading back to class from the restroom. Before I continue, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was literally 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 whatever reason, I was flailing my arms around in a crazy 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 inadvertently smacked someone in the head. 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 recall that as one of my top clumsy moments.