Maybe because it’s all about growing up, conquer the world piece by piece and never want to give it back afterwards. Eager meets ego, playfulness meets pride I guess.

So when I, years later, had to discuss my first short story, my first scenario, my first software program, I trembled with fear, because in all those years I got used to the idea that the things I created were not just parts, but also part of me. I had to learn to cope with that.

However, the most sincere, yet strongly felt criticism came from my parents. Not because they weren’t supportive or proud of what I did. No, it’s because they have always been the most useful indicator of my deepest hidden doubts. I could believe anything I said to myself, but it didn’t stand a chance against their silent reading.

So after all, parents may be the first people to ask to join the jury :-)