I have never been one of those flexible kids. Those cheerleader types. The ones who can turn a perfect cartwheel, handspring, or backflip. Who can drop down into the splits and then roll up effortlessly into a headstand.
The splits will probably remain forever out of my reach.
However. After three years of yoga, at the age of almost-36, I can finally do a headstand.
And I don’t even need a wall behind me, ‘just in case’.