Ha ha stories

Slappy trails: One time in fifth grade, I was walking back to class from the bathroom. Before I continue, I should specify two things. 1. My classroom was literally just around the corner from the bathroom, next to the lockers. 2. There was a boy that I had a crush on for the past year in my class. Now for whatever reason, I was swinging my arms around in a wild half-windmill motion. Don