For me the cross brings back memories of being four. My mother would have us play a game. It involved crossing the legs and then crossing the arms behind the back to reach for the toes. Starting with the big toe on each side all the way down to the little toes. We would wiggle our little toes as soon as we were done.
I did not know then that the games we played were yoga. Perhaps that is why I still think of yoga as play!
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