Once in the fifth grade, I was making my way back to class from the washroom. Before I continue, I should mention two things. 1. My class was just 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 swinging my arms around in a crazy half-propeller motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, flailing my arms dramatically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had unintentionally smacked someone in the head. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was horrified, but he just started laughing. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top clumsy moments.