I'm a former pk of 19 years. Let me tell ya, the kids at my school knew who I was without me telling them. Probably because a dozen of them went to my church's daycare when they were younger. I recall one occasion where in a state of distress I wound up using not so lovely words, and they reported me to my parents. I got in trouble for that big time, but they let me off after we discussed what happened that provoked me to such state.
My familiy church was only about 45 persons big. We lived next door and served for almost 14 years. I can honestly say that my parents did right by God in leading this church, but the folks inside cared more about the building than they did about the town we were in. We did everything from running the services, providing children's church, to organizing and cleaning up after potlucks. I even cleaned the church for 5 years because no one else would. We did it all, save repair the building ourselves. *sigh* If that wasn't enough, I know of parents who used me and my brother as a measuring tool of perfection for their kids. That pedestal is enough to cause any pk to rebel and walk away from God in a heartbeat. There is only so much one can take of that hypocrisy in the church.
The last three years we were there, it was rough. The board decided they didn't want to follow the plans their pastor laid before them to help the church survive. It got so bad that in the last year, the board fought with a few members over our farewell party (which we initially were not going to get because they had deemed a house party sufficient for commemorating our years of service). I was caught in the crosshairs of that battle and knew only one week of happiness - I went to church camp, where not a soul was from that church. My parents heard about the blistering fight through the grapevine and it nearly shredded my family to pieces. I refused to support the church with my membership and left immediately when we resigned. It is sad to say that even after we were gone, people still trashed my father's reputation for false reasons other than our concern for the church. We left because the church couldn't support our family any longer, and yet they insinuated other things. It was that reason alone which drove my brother out a few months later. He fought hard to help that church after we left. By then I was already jaded and a wreck.
I'm involved in my church where I live now, it's large enough that my family isn't depended upon to do a THING. But I can safely say that I'm still dealing with the anger and bitterness of what happened, and the struggle I had growing up. Not only was I a PK (a goody two shoes in most eyes), I was also dealing with a severe hearing disability which made it tough to make friends. I really didn't get friends until college, and that helped me grow phenomonly. My only favorite part about being a PK was PK Retreats every year and the close connection I had with district staff because of my father's involvement with them.
My brother is a youth pastor now, and my dad is involved in the college level training up new ministers. As for me, God would have to shake the earth and write on the walls for me to go back into being in a pastor's family again.
I forgot to mention one thing, my parents made time for my brother and me. Dad would get our sports schedules or anything of the similar, and then pen us in his dayplanner. Everything else was penciled in incase we had something pop up. I'm not sure how many PK's out there wished their parents did the same thing. But I know I am thankful for that one small thing.
God bless all of you PKs there are some really good things about it and some drawbacks. 
