I liked dodge ball. My throwing arm was and still is a bazooka. ;^)
I would have won the olympic gold medal in Dodgeball, if there were such a thing. Not only could I nail my targets with unnatural precision, sensing which way they’d jump and when before they did, I could evade any throw even at the last second. I could see the ball so well, it just seemed to be moving in slow motion. Sadly for me, such talent has no value in the grown-up’s marketplace.
I sucked at dodge ball. Still loved playing it.