One time in fifth grade, I was making my way back to class from the restroom. Before I proceed, I should specify two things. 1. My class was just right around the corner from the restroom, 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 some reason, I was flailing my arms around in a crazy half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like glee, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally hit someone in the head. 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 cite that as one of my top clumsy moments.