Once in fifth grade, I was making my way back to the classroom from the restroom. Before I proceed, I should specify two things. 1. My class was just just around the bend from the restroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the last year. Now, for some reason, I was waving my arms around in a crazy half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally slapped someone in the face. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top clumsy moments.