There was this child prodigy in our congregation around the same age as I was. They even announced him as some sort of special assistant to the elders. He would go around and try to encourage the children to do more in service and become unbaptized publishers. My parents would give me the tired refrain of "why can't you be more like him?".
He was pretty devout all the way into high school. He was a handsome guy, and I saw him regularly shoo women away who wanted to sleep with him, using the occasion as a way to place magazines. Then out of nowhere he gets disfelowshipped. No one knew exactly why, but later rumors confirmed it was over a girl. He joined the Norteno gang and shot someone in the face as part of the initiation. He got sent upstate and to this day has been in and out of prison and is a known gang lieutenant.
Now "why can't you be more like him?" seems even more hollow. If you raise a kid to be such a Golden Boy, you are setting himself up for some real issues as soon as he becomes tempted by other distractions.