I’d trade that for the ability to walk unaided and climb stairs. 
be grateful for what you have. Just sayin’.
2 main things, I think:
1> Parkour / stunting. I admire that absolute mastery of your body in space. I think it would lend itself well to my existing circus and stage fighting training, too.
2> Composing music. Sometimes I will hear music in my head, but I absolutely cannot get it outside of my head to where others can hear it. I sing, but I hear harmonies as harmonies, not individual melodic lines, so trying to pull apart what I hear in my head into separate parts is impossible. If I start singing one line all I can hear is that, and it obliterates the harmonies I hear in my head… gone forever.
I tried to brute force my way into it with training – took composition class in college. What came out of that was… not good. 
Playing piano and perfect pitch would be nice too.
I have learned two languages but would really like to be a polyglot and know dozens.
I’d want to know how to understand people. To be able to read them like some people can.
Greedy.
There are several I’ve thought about. The most major are that I’d like to be able to speak Japanese or play the violin. On a lesser note, I wish I still remembered how to speak Spanish (I studied the language for 7 years in middle and high school, but never really practiced after that and lost it) or snap my fingers with my left hand (I can only snap with my right and not very loudly).
I, too, wish I was really good at math. I would’ve loved to have been an astrophysicist…or even just figure out discounts at stores. There are folks that can pull the proper math out of their ass in almost any circumstance, and I just can’t figure out how they do it.
My siblings and my dad all know how to draw. My mom and I don’t. I realize that it takes practice, but I really do think that their brains work differently than mine and my mom’s.
I would also love to be able to visualize physical settings in my mind (buildings, scenery, etc.). I have a decent imagination, and can come up with mental pictures of people, but when authors describe their character’s houses, or other settings, I just draw a blank. Then I see the movie version and see what the set designers come up with, and I think “ohhhh, so THAT’S what they meant.” I even have trouble visualizing what a redesign of a room would look like–if I ever had a designer working on my living room, they’d definitely need to draw me a picture of what they mean, because I just won’t see it.
I wish I could write. I mean write creatively and do it well. I’ve written a couple of short stories that were sort of okay, but it took a great deal of effort to do so. The end results were not at all worth the time and energy I’d spent.
This is a close second:
Hell, I’m 52 and still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
I wish I could write. I mean write creatively and do it well. I’ve written a couple of short stories that were sort of okay, but it took a great deal of effort to do so. The end results were not at all worth the time and energy I’d spent.
This is a close second:
Hell, I’m 52 and still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
(If I were a good writer, that’s exactly what I’d do for a living!)
Sure be nice spend more time typing than correcting typos.
Okay, fine; I don’t wish I could whistle.
If eidetic memory doesn’t count as a super ability, I’d take that in a moment.
After that is almost a three-way tie. The ability to easily and quickly learn to speak and understand other languages slightly edges out musical and artistic ability.
Yup, this exactly. I envy the people that everyone loves, the people with all of the friends, the easy talkers, the ones who always knew what they wanted to do when they grew up, and are actually doing it, the good lookers…
sigh
I’d like to stalk the night and be the hero this city needs.