

Just two weeks ago however, The Sims came steamrolling back into my life when a Facebook post on the black simming community went viral.

So, when I was gifted a new computer, I actively didn’t download The Sims (and started going out and drinking underage instead). But there reached a point in my life, at the tender age of 14, that I realised that I was spending too much time on the game. I would spend hours poring over my characters, watching them go through everything from their first love to pregnancy and heartbreak – and sometimes sadistically killing them by taking away the ladder from their swimming pool. Like many of us growing up I was obsessed a computer game called The Sims made by Electronic Arts (EA).
