Cops and Robbers

I guess I'm going to have to write a couple of these a day to catch up.

The family I live with, the Faszers, are...competitive. Not in a terrible, take your ball and go home way. More, "if you're going to do something, do it right" kind of way. The five kids (Joel, Sam, Sunita, Nathaniel or Tye, and Friddle, I think his name is actually Friedrich) like to play a variation of tag that they call something I forgot, and I call cops and robbers. A couple people are the cops and they try to tag robbers and take them to a predetermined jail area. If a free robber tags them while in jail they are freed. So it goes on until all the robbers are caught or until someone cries, loudly.
Bear in mind I'm playing a game that necessitates an intimate understanding of the surrounding area with people who've lived there a decade or more. All of which means I've got to hide with slow people and use them as my means of escape (worked beautifully).
The area in total is several (6, maybe 7) acres. Below the house: tennis and volleyball courts, sparsely populated woods, curving road, stone path and more woods. Then the main house, connected to a smaller house with a cottage behind it, and another cluster of living area just a bit to the side. You can get on the roof of several of these, that's not illegal. Behind the houses, densely populated wood area, thorny bushes, chicken coup and other unpleasantness. The bottom, middle, and upper sections are all connected in various place and there are several open areas.
I'm not as fast as I used to be and the altitude is no help but I've done respectable work in this field. My greatest failure though was as a cop trying to catch David, the dad and robber. He'd made an attempt at the jail (near the main house) with me running flat out at him. He cut to the side of the (what's the name of that "sport" with a birdie that goes really slow and looks boring) net, so I dove under and continued after him. Plopping down on his butt he slid down the hill to get to the road and the bottom area. Now (keep in mind I'm still learning the layout) I slid after him, but unfortunately several feet to the side. The hill gets cut away to make for the road that slopes down. Ergo, he shoots out at about a three foot drop... I do not. I've got some nice souvenir scars across my palms. Seriously fun time though.
Will have to write about the other times later.