Field Game Memory

Open field. Tall yellow grass and leaves are still green in the trees. Sunny afternoon. We are running through the field playing some kind of game. It reminds me of "keep away." Someone dives in front of me for a flying object, catches it, bites the dust big time on his left side. It hurts even more because he has striped down to his undershirt, which is not very thick. At another point, I and another companion are actually hiding in the tall grass for fun to play a joke on or surprise someone.