When I was 8, I had a friend who could get into the yoga position (we didn’t know there were more than one) without using her hands. Then she could lift herself up and “walk” across the room on her knees.
She also had beautiful long hair, while I had to wear mine cut very, very short. And she was allowed to wear tennis shoes with no socks. I always had to wear socks.
I was lucky, too, though. I could do cartwheels all the way across the yard. And I was one year older, which seemed like an advantage at the time.