One time in the fifth grade, I was heading back to class from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should mention two things. 1. My class was practically around the corner from the washroom, next to the cubbyholes. 2. There was a boy in my grade that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for some reason, I was flailing my arms around in a unrestrained half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently slapped someone in the cheek. It took me a second to recognize who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top awkward moments.