May My Daughter Know Boredom

I remember once, in a 5th grade history class module on medieval Europe, the boys in my class were accused of a conspiracy of cheating because we all got a specific quiz question right that most of the girls got wrong, and the teacher thought it was because we all sat on one side of the room and shared answers. In fact, the boys sat together because we were still young enough to be scared of befriending girls, and we knew the answer because the question was about trebuchets. We 11-year-old boys knew everything about trebuchets because any boy born around 1992 played hours and hours of a computer game called Age of Kings.