By the time you get to twenty-eight, you’ve had a whole week
of extra days, two extra weeks by fifty-six, and by
eighty-four you are three weeks younger than you would have been had there been
no February 29ths. Instead of being eighty-four and three weeks, you are only
eighty-four. Think what you could have done with that time if only you had
noticed.
And what if you’re born on February 29th? You get
an extra three years between each birthday. So by the time you reach your
twenty-first, you have squeezed in eighty-four years’ worth of experience.
If you really want some fun, you can cross the International
Date Line on February 29th. You don’t just play with time, you
confuse direction. If you travel eastwards across it, you leave the Far East
and end up in The West, and you time-travel to twenty-four hours ago, giving you the same day again. You can
double-book yourself into two hotels in two continents on the same night and
sleep in both. If you do that on February 29th you don’t just get
one extra day; you can have two.
Of course if instead, you went from west to east by heading
west, you’d time-travel forward and skip a day. Unless the day you skip is
February 29th, because for three years out of four that day doesn’t
exist anyway. So you could lose a day without actually losing a day.
But where’s the fun in that? Go the other way. It’s much
more exciting!
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