When I was in grammar school, that would be grades 1-8 these days -- we had no middle school, I was popular. I loved being popular. It all came crashing down around me when I got to high school.
When I was under 14 I was popular because my father was one of three town pastors. Everybody knew me, and I hope, liked me. I tried not to put on "airs", but I probably didn't always succeed. I was hindered in my popularity by two small things: a father who didn't like to have children running around the house, and this included neighbor children; and a household that had very little money, which meant no birthday parties. And, to get invited to a birthday party you had to invite to a birthday party.
When I was over 14 in high school I really didn't have time in my freshman year to try to become popular. The only talent I had was playing the piano or violin, and there were other freshman who could play the piano better than I, and worst of all I had to actually study to get As and Bs. In grammar school it came to me naturally.
My after-school time in high school was spent on homework so getting together with classmates was out of the question. Even on Sunday afternoons I had to do homework and/or study. Telephone time dwinddled to a mere trickle.
Bye-bye popularity. Hard pill to swallow without choking. Since I'm still alive, I obviously didn't choke, and swallowed the pill.