At one point in Grade 5, I was heading back to class from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should note two things. 1. My class was literally just around the bend from the restroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my grade that I had a crush on for the last year. Now, for some reason, I was flailing my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, swinging 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 burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably mention that as one of my top awkward moments.