Kickball, man.
When I was a kid, I lived in an apartment complex in West Virginia that, adjacent to the playground, had a paved area about 300 feet across where all the kids played kickball. To get a home run, you really had to belt the fuck out of the ball-like a couple of hundred feet. I wasn't even the best at it, but when I moved to another town a few years later, suddenly I was a kickball GOD. They called me Grand Slam, because if I came up with three on, it was an automatic grand slam. I was intentionally walked in kickball. I could boot one of those rubber balls two hundred feet easy.
Good fucking times. Keep the parachute. Give me one of those red balls and put me fourth in the line up for kickball.