I started life out on the wrong foot. You see, I was born on a day that doesn’t exist three years out of every four. February 29th. Leap day.
As a child, instead of thinking this was cool, I was embarrassed by it. I didn’t want what I felt was negative attention and was very jealous when the other kids had a birthday. They were brought to the front of the class for everyone to sing to them. I usually didn’t have a birthday, so was often overlooked. Or I would be told, “It’s not really your birthday” by the mean kids. I just wanted to be like everyone else.
Fast forward to decades later and I can recount the typical things you hear as a leapling. This is how an exchange goes when someone finds out you were born on leap day: