Your RPG Journey

So it all starts in kindergarten, around 4 years old. I love stories, I take my gang to daydreams. Smuggler days, continuous months of superpowers. Train, plane, "we're setting up a restaurant" sessions.
My cousins ​​my guides are older than me. They're great and they play D&D, Celtic Legends, Dragon's Dream. So my brother invents a system for me, maps, points, we roll D6. I love that!
Then, my father worked for Gallimard, and around 83-84, we had already read and reread all the gamebooks and the Black Eye. I experiment with anesthesia and work on my lucid, recurrent dreams, with take-off and - if possible - landing.
In the neighborhood, urbex for kids, war of the buttons, killer freeform in the schoolyard. We are vampires. My mentor teaches me geography, piano, Tolkien and War of the Ring: I totally love it, I read everything, 7 times.
At this point, I'm a gamer in the broadest sense: I read Piranha, J&S and the like; I haunt Jeux Descartes, clubs, conventions; I play Mega 2, Rolemaster, Call of Cthulluh, Paranoia, D&D, Rift, Toon, INS, Maléfices, Hurlement, lots of Shadowrun and lots and lots of Champions. I melt, glue, paint figurines, naive style. Satanic panic, my parents are worried.
First flat, spinning faster. I live in a kind of squat whose key is called "good hand of glory", there are candles, psychotropics. We play Vampire in packs essentially, Mage, Nephilim, the whole trip. I communicate in Syndar alphabet with my classroom neighbors, I read the Bible, the Sefers and Alan Moore. At the time, there were no emos, only crows. Always Urbex, under the Gallo-Roman amphitheater, around Loyasse. Logically, we join the Camarilla at the Temple du Jeu. Make no mistake, it's a period of excellent mental health, like you know: the interview with Marylin Manson in Bowling for Columbine; great social openness and intense cultural traffic, until 1995.
Then I go abroad and start a family. I look from afar at TheForge around 2003, nothing more. Cut to 2017: a friend shows me Lady Blackbird. I do my homework and arrive at Storygames. I was educated there and I read for 3 years, amateur historian, enthusiastic apprentice reader. Daddy's RPG, with friends and family, rare and irregular, seems more and more problematic to me.
When Storygame closes I look for a house and find TheGauntlet. Good atmosphere, good quality: I put down my suitcases and play online. Ghost/Echo and Pocket Danger Patrol. Confined, I publish my first game on itch.
My quest for a French community ends at the door of Discord. ItsNotAnRPG but it's love at first sight. Hippies and punks were partying under the hill and I didn't know. We are family, in my arms. My game, Paws, is welcomed with a magnificent Milevale reskin by Claude Féry, which validates me by tons. Open to the Discord maelstrom, I devour Thomas Munier, Belfeuil, la Celllule, and the others.
Soon unPetitJdR is jamming, and there, everything I've read, all the systems I've tinkered with for 3 years, everything comes out, like tears of discharge. I had from the beginning considered that I would work like a sculptor who recovers bits of scrap metal and ceramic shards here and there, labels them, dreams of statues which could include them. At the end of this process, I am able to lay one game from outerspace per week for 2 months. Long live holidays!
The main thing is in practice, like the devil in the details. Working side by side with creator·ixes who have a desire for emancipation for themselves and for the players of their games.