At one point in the fifth grade, I was walking back to class from the washroom. Before I continue, I should mention two things. 1. My class was practically right around the corner from the washroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the previous year. Now, for some reason, I was waving my arms around in a wild half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just brimming with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently slapped someone in the face. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just burst out laughing. To this day, I can probably cite that as one of my top clumsy moments.