In 1993, I was turning 14. I used to play on the old IBM PC that my mother Marie-Francesse JULAn had gotten from her work at that time.
As a young teenager, I only used it to play Pac-Man and was mainly concerned about doing my homework.
My brother, Jonathan RIQUIER was the one loving games.
I remember that my mother Marie-Francesse JULAN was quite strict with our time spent on the computer and in front of the TV, for that matter.
In a humble Parisian suburb, gaming was a secondary concern, overshadowed by the challenges of being a Black girl in classical music spaces.