Today is Leap Day, an extra 24 hours in our year in which anything is possible.  Of course, it’s a Wednesday, so that does put some limits on what you can do, but I still say dream big.

Take this post.  By blogging on Leap Day, I’m doing something I’ve never done before and will not have the opportunity to do again for four years.  I went back in the archives and found a post from February 28, 2008, but not the following day.

It turns out there’s a reason for that.  On February 29, 2008, I boarded Southwest Airlines Flight #192 from Jacksonville, Fla., to Baltimore.  How do I know this?  It’s in my day planner.  If you know me at all you’re probably not the least bit surprised that I still have it and found it in less than a minute.

I was living in Jacksonville in 2008, producing the weekend morning news shows at a television station.

On Leap Day 2004, I was a college junior who apparently spent that Sunday put the final touches on a story I wrote for the feature writing class I was taking that semester.  A few weeks later we printed it in the school paper.

In 2000, I was a high school junior.  Records from this year exist, but nothing specific to this day.  I know I took a class that year that involved playing fantasy football.  Our school was also evacuated for a chemical spill.  Good times.

In 1996, as your math could tell you, I was a 7th grader.  Exact information for Leap Day is scarce.  My locker was yellow.  I got detention for the first time for forgetting my history homework at home.  My assignment was to make a Puerto Rican flag.  These are the important nuggets I carry around in my brain.

Leap Day fell on a Saturday in 1992, when I was in 3rd grade.  I have no idea what I was doing that day, but it’s at least conceivable that I hung out with current roommate MR.  That year we were in the same class and first became friends.  The working theory is the relationship was based upon his skill in drawing Bullwinkle and my ability to do the cartoon moose’s voice.

In 1998, Leap Day was on a Monday, which didn’t matter to me so much back then because I was still a year away from hitting the harsh reality of Kindergarten.

In 1984, things were even easier.  My day probably went something like this:

“Wait, what’s that over there…is that a hand?  HOLY COW I HAVE A HAND.  Wait wait wait.  What’s that on the other side.  ANOTHER HAND?!?!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!  THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!”

Happy Leaping.