At one point in Grade 5, I was walking back to class from the washroom. Before I continue, I should note two things. 1. My classroom was practically around the corner from the washroom, next to the storage units. 2. There was a boy in my grade that I had a crush on for the last year. Now, for whatever reason, I was flailing my arms around in a wild half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, flailing 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 mortified, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top clumsy moments.