Once in fifth grade, I was heading back to the classroom from the washroom. Before I proceed, I should mention two things. 1. My class was practically 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 past year. Now, for some reason, I was swinging my arms around in a crazy half-pinwheel motion. Don’t ask me why; I was just overflowing with child-like joy, I guess. So there I was, swinging my arms wildly, then just when I got to the corner… SMACK. I had inadvertently hit someone in the cheek. 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 mention that as one of my top socially inept moments.