@wanttoknow2,
I can tell you that my family moved from the Chicago area - where, as an only child whose family moved around, I had friends for almost the first time (Carole in NYC gets credit) and there I learned to play in the neighborhood. Kids playing in their neighborhoods happen less now, which I think is sort of Fall of the Roman Empire thing, bad. I actually hit homers some of the time in the Chicago neighborhood stuff. Girls Soft Ball, but still, for us it was baseball in the schoolyard.
When I first went to gym class in California (I'm a native and like the place but lived away some time in my youth), I was shut down in volleyball. I didn't get it at all, nobody told me anything, and when ever I was up, I hurt myself somehow. How to kill your arm. No help..
Years later, I've friends who love volleyball.
What I should have done, way back then, is talk with the (to me) cold gym teacher. Asked my parents, but I never did that. Instead, I had many long periods with cramps, and sat out.
I did have bad cramps in those days, but not as much as I worked it. I presume the coach/teacher could see through me. I guess she prejudged me. I've been ok in some other sports later on. like swimming.