Slappy trails

One time in fifth grade, I was strolling back to class from the restroom. Before I proceed with, I ought to indicate two things.

1. My classroom was truly practically around the bend from the restroom, alongside the lockers.

2. There was a kid that I really liked for as far back as year in my class.

Presently for reasons unknown, I was swinging my arms around in a wild half-windmill movement. Try not to ask me for what reason, I was simply loaded with kid like happiness I presume. So there I was, swinging my arms drastically, at that point exactly when I got to the corner…

SMACK.

I had incidentally slapped somebody in the face. It took me one moment to acknowledge it's identity: my pound.

I was humiliated, however he just began chuckling. Right up 'til today I can most likely refer to that as one of my best ungainly/socially uncouth minutes.