The Sims at 20: two decades of life, love and reorganising the kitchen

Like many girls of my generation, I first played The Sims at a sleepover. It was at my friend Hannah's house; three 11-year-olds huddled in front of her dad's bulky old computer monitor at midnight, gazing into a miniature house populated by tiny people going about their inexplicably compelling daily business. We took turns sending them to work, changing the wallpaper, and ordering them to put dirty dishes in the dishwasher instead of leaving them to gather flies. We bought them a little telly, a nice couch, a blender, paging covetously through the game's furniture catalogue. With a thrill, we discovered we could make Sims "smooch" (though we were disappointed to learn that they couldn't actually bone down – that wouldn't happen until The Sims 2).