The Shirts Vs Skins I was the fat kid, very embarrassing and humiliating.
Hey, we did that in suburban Connecticut. I had no idea that it was a “standard” grade school PE activity.
Hated fucking dodge ball in junior high, but that was due to our sadistic gym teacher who would put us all in an 8’ x 12’ room with a dozen balls and let the mayhem ensue. A scrawny, unathletic kid was an easy mark for the bullies, and the coach would not intercede. Also, there was no such thing as being put “out”. That fucker caused emotional scars that lasted many years.
Favorite was basketball, because I had excellent hand/eye coordination and could dribble circles around most of the other kids. I also played in pickup games after school, weekends and during the summer, so was more than a match for anyone in a gym class.
Generally, everything else sucked in varying degrees. Gym teachers had no time to help out kids who actually needed coaching, and most were sadists to one degree or another.
I hated the showers! Always thought my external organ wasn’t as big as the other guys. It was very embarrassing.
Most favorite – softball, swimming, and perhaps most of all dodge ball, which we called elimination (everyone for themselves) or bombardment (teams).
Least – tumbling, wrestling, gymnastics. flexibility was not what I did best.
I did like square dancing, btw, though it was quite fashionable for us boy types to at least pretend disdain for it (dancing? with girls? eeeewwww)
I utterly hated PE, it was a bully-fest with the teachers indifferent to the bullying, and at least one openly encouraged the bullying. It managed to completely destroy any interest I ever had in sports. The very thought of PE makes me angry and inspires violent thoughts to this day.
As for what I hated most that would probably be “flag football”, because as actually played it was tackle football, and the biggest kid made a point of being opposite me and tackling me as hard as possible. That’s “most hated” as of actual events though; having the bullies throw rocks at me was worse naturally.
I hated most everything about PE, but gymnastics was the worst. Gymnastics, to me, is not a sport you just fool around with in a middle school gym class. It’s a sport that belongs in a proper arena with proper training and spotting and experienced coaches, because otherwise it’s dangerous nonsense. Somersaults, fine. Asking a bunch of novice 12-year-olds to do “routines” on vaulting, parallel bars, balance beam, rings? No. I hated every second of it and always felt like I was seconds away from seriously hurting myself.
Favorite: handball. I was the most unathletic, unskilled, uncoordinated nerd ever, which is why I hated PE, but for some reason I was good at being a goalie in handball. It was the only sport we did in gym class where I was among the first picked for teams instead of the last.
We used them for some deranged version of soccer, or alternatively zooming around on the floor on our stomachs during “free play.” They were actually kind of fun.
I do remember one kid on these going face first into the stage steps (we had PE in the auditorium) and knocking out his front teeth, though. He had to get implants. That was only the second worst injury we had during gym class, the first being the kid who fell about 10 feet during the rope climb and broke his collarbone. They stopped making us climb ropes after that.
I have to frequently visit the local high school as part of my job. Some of you will be happy to know that PE now seems to be mostly sitting around or slowly wandering around the track. The future of the species as seen in WALL-E is getting closer everyday.
I loved parachute! Hated everything else. I nearly didn’t graduate high school because I was short half a credit in P.E.
Best: A couple of times my high school had a roller skating unit. We had to pay a fee, but a lot of people liked it because they didn’t require us to change into our gym uniforms.
Worst: One gym teacher (thankfully not mine) had kids run up and down the bleachers. To my knowledge nobody tripped, fell down and sued him.
The only thing we ever did in PE that i liked was swimming (six weeks of it each year in high school).
The thing I hated most was anything involving a ball (foot-, base, volley-, &c, &c).
The girls got to do all the fun stuff - archery and fencing. We boys spent most of the time playing various ball games.
Square dancing is PE???
Scooters, we called them. The best part was free play + scooters, because there were also jump ropes as part of free play, and you can learn a lot about centrifugal force by combining the two. One person sits on the scooter and holds one end of the jump rope, the other holds the other end of the jump rope and takes off running, hauling the scooter-rider behind, and every now and then changing directions, sending the rider on a thrilling hairpin curve, or else dumping them off for a serious case of road rash (we played this game on the asphalt basketball court). We’re talking serious fun.
We played a lot of flag capture-the-flag (where you wear a flag at your belt, and the other team tags you by taking it off). I was kind of a weaselly little kid, though, so I figured a wargame like capture the flag needed spies, so I’d swipe a flag from the opposing team and wear it into their territory in order to gain a few seconds head start. Our teacher was not amused. Nor was he amused when I, convinced that I was a liability to any team I was on (as were the other kids: I was routinely picked last), made it clear that I wanted to cheer for the winning team, so I began loudly and obnoxiously cheering on our opposition. Only time I was ever sent to the principal.
PE was all good. 
Shuttle races, floor hockey, dodge ball, and flag football were favorites.
Heck I took a second PE two semesters instead of study hall.
The only day I have ever come away from PE and enjoyed it was when we had a mini-trampoline set up in front of a crash mat, and we just leapt from one to the other all day, flipping and flying.
Every other PE activity was horrible torture.
We had little matching hockey sticks that went with them. They were also plastic, so most of them were broken in some way.
I absolutely loved most of PE. Kickball, floor hockey, soccer, football, dodge ball…I loved and was good at all of it. Parachute was good for when you’re little. I detested chin ups and the rope climb, two things I never really mastered.
I also disliked gymnastics. Parallel bars, the horse, balance beam, all of it. Blech.
The only days I didn’t hate gym class were dodgeball days.
I loved all the activities that involved music. We’d do parachute stuff to music, and of course square dancing. To this day I still remember all the songs.
In middle school we’d have to play this horrible game called “crab soccer”, where everyone would scoot around on their hands and feet and clumsily kick at a red rubber ball. I’d always be afraid someone could see up my shorts!
I didn’t like PE. Seems to me that PE fails because there is no intervention for remedial students. If you have problems reading, you get pulled out of class and get extra help. No one yells at you for not trying (hopefully). But if you can’t run fast or you can’t do jumping jacks without making everyone laugh, you either catch hell or you’re ignored, left to figure out your defiencies all by yourself. I really wanted to do well in PE, just like I did in all of my classes. I tried real hard. But it never resulted in any reward. Just lots of embarrassing stories.
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A few things were fun: lacross, bowling (both 10-pin & lawn).
Most of the rest was pretty crappy. We had a twice yearly activity called the 12 minute run. Just do laps of of a sports ground for 12 minutes - the number of laps = your fitness level or some bullshit.
My school had a small weights room which I got access to with a friend and did some training there, built up a bit of muscle and at one point could press about 250 pounds (1 rep) 
I still looked looked like your average fat-kid under my school uniform but at least one guy who tried to bully me found out otherwise.