I tried everything as a kid, but dropped it all. I wanted to be good at it immediately and if I wasn't, I didn't want to do it. Often I was just following other kids, too. Had lots of individual, crafty hobbies.
I did stick to clarinet, but didn't pick it up until high school. Wish my mum had made me carry on piano, but suspect she was glad not to have to pay.
My two both swam; necessary as we like sea swimming on holiday.
I desperately wanted ds to enjoy football, because I had seen how many friendships were forged that way, but he did a year and gave up. Mainly because at 5, they were sifted into teams and he wasn't. But this could have been because he wanted to play, rather than compete, and the other kids (and their dads) saw stardom. We don't follow football on tv either, which didn't help.
Martial arts and scouts all the way with ds.
Dd was v shy, so didn't start anything until 6. She was bloody good at gymnastics, but too old for squad training. Then she did dance. She absolutely loves dance. Tried brownies... gave up. She'd have been a fab guide. Their hobbies hsd to start after 530 too, due to work, which made it difficult for them both.
Both tried guitar. Gave up. I feel quite a lot of guilt at the afternoons making them practise guitar, when they really had no interest. But then, I'm frustrated that they have 2 parents who play instruments but they don't.
Both still do martial arts/ dance. I returned to music in my 40s so there's hope!