When we were young, my Dad encouraged C and me to memorise the first ten digits of pi. I remember a particular day where this came in handy.
We were in the south of France. It was so hot and we wanted ice cream. To get the ice cream, we had to recite pi. C went on for a few more digits and got a second scoop. I remember this day so well. We were in Saint-Cirq-Lapopie.
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Next year’s pi day will be epic because it will carry on with 3.1415!
I just realised this. I can’t wait.
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