In first grade, I was the second tallest student. (The first tallest was over 6' in seventh grade and became a star basketball player.) This photograph of our family Christmas card confirms what I remember: I was tall for a little person.
Notice that the top of my head reaches my mother's shoulder. My brother David is only a head taller than I am, yet he's 4 1/2 years older.
Here's the kicker: I was 8 years old. 8!
About the photograph: We're standing on the bridge under the Robin Hood metal silhouette and wooden sign Daddy made. Despite the coats and pea jackets, it was a hot day. My mother liked to plan ahead.