At one point in Grade 5, I was walking back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should note two things. 1. My class was literally right around the corner from the bathroom, next to the cubbyholes. 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 crazy half-windmill motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing 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 hit someone in the face. It took me a second to understand who it was: my crush. I was embarrassed, but he just laughed. To this day, I can probably recall that as one of my top clumsy moments.