At one point in fifth grade, I was making my way back to class from the restroom. Before I go on, I should note two things. 1. My class was literally right around the corner from the restroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy in my class that I had a crush on for the past year. Now, for some reason, I was swinging my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just filled with child-like excitement, I guess. So there I was, waving my arms enthusiastically, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had accidentally slapped someone in the face. 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.