Leap year leap

 I was born at night on February 29th, the day that doesn’t exist 3 years out of 4.  It’s like I don’t have a real birthday. When it does roll around I get nervous. I expect something bad to happen and I am relieved when it’s over and I’m safe till next time.

When checking my I.D. people like to comment on it, they are full of questions. Most want to know what day I celebrate.  I tell them; February 29th. Some don’t like this answer but it is how I feel.  Sure, I can eat cake, get presents and blow out the candles but that doesn’t make it my birthday.

I’ve always liked my non-birthdays. No expectations, no obligations.  I feel younger because of it.  Friends have pointed it out that they are aging faster than I am.   I guess I’ll have to get used to that.

I’d like to hear from anyone who has a leap year birthday.  How does it feel? What is it like?   Let me know.  We can wish each other a happy birthday.


Marc Marrs