A childhood belief about birthdays

My birthday is in the middle of July, around the time of the British Grand Prix which takes place near the English village of Silverstone, occasionally my birthday fell upon the same day as the race. I knew that Silverstone was quite near to where we lived, but just how close was a mystery. Anyhow, each year the flying diaplay team the Red Arrows would fly around the area with their trails of smoke leaving pretty patterns in the sky, and my loving parents declared to me that they had organised the display in honour of my birthday. This made feel very special, as I was little. It wasn't until we moved to Silverstone, 4 miles down the road, in 1993 when i was 7 that I realised that my mother and father were compulsive liars and that the Red Arrows had nothing to do with my birthday, but were in actual fact to celebrate the British GP. They even drew hearts in the sky to "show you how much we love you". I'm 16 now, and more ignorant than naive.