Good Times Park

Fun place for kids. The open gym area could have more things to play with. The infant area was pretty basic. Would be nice if it was fully enclosed. It was also pretty dirty and the mats were sticky. My almost 3 year old had the time of her life in the other areas.

This is horrible we are getting arrestedThe Good Times Park is a place that many people see as a sanctuary of joy, a place where children can play, families can bond, and laughter fills the air. It is a place full of colorful swings, slides, and the occasional sound of music playing from a distant vendor’s cart. For most, it is a space of happiness. However, for me, my experience with the Good Times Park has been different. It is a place where I often feel alone, reminded of the harsh realities of my life as an orphan, and of the mean lady who often makes my visits there even more difficult. Being an orphan is not something I ever imagined would define my life. I lost my parents when I was very young, and since then, I have been in and out of foster homes. I never really had a place to call my own. The Good Times Park, with its bright colors and cheerful faces, was one of the few places I hoped to find a sense of belonging. I would often walk through the park, watching the other children with their parents, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing deep inside. I wondered what it would be like to have a family that would take me to the park, to share a moment of joy with me. Yet, there is one person who has made it difficult for me to enjoy the park: the lady who is often there. She is an older woman, and her presence seems to cast a shadow over the park’s otherwise sunny atmosphere. She is the park’s caretaker, or at least, that’s what I have gathered. Every time I visit, she seems to be watching me with disdain. She never smiles or greets me like she does with the other children. If I get too close to the swings or the slides, she often scolds me, telling me that I shouldn’t be playing because I don’t belong there. Her words sting, and it is as if the park, a place that should be filled with joy, becomes a reminder of my loneliness. The harshness of her attitude is even more difficult to bear because of the absence of my own family. When I see children laughing and playing with their parents, it reminds me of what I don’t have. I can feel the emptiness, and the lady’s unkindness only deepens that feeling. Her presence feels like an additional weight on my shoulders, as though I am being constantly reminded of my lack of a family and the cruelty that exists in the world. I sometimes wonder why she acts this way toward me. Perhaps it is because I am an orphan, a child without a place to call home, and she sees me as different. But the truth is, her behavior only adds to my sense of isolation. I wish that people like her would understand the pain of being without a family and the importance of kindness. The Good Times Park, which should be a place of joy and healing, often feels like an unwelcoming reminder of my struggles. Despite her mean demeanor, I try to find moments of peace in the park. I sit on the benches, watching the other children play. I try to lose myself in their laughter and the sense of normalcy that surrounds them, but it is never quite the same. My heart aches as I realize that my life will never be like theirs. I have no one to share these moments with, and the cruel lady’s behavior only reinforces that loneliness. However, I still hold on to the hope that someday things will change. Maybe the lady will be kinder, maybe I will find a family, or maybe I will learn to see the park differently. For now, I continue to visit the Good Times Park, though the experiences are bittersweet. The pain of being an orphan and the meanness of the lady linger in my heart, but I still try to find a glimmer of hope and joy in the moments when I can. In conclusion, the Good Times Park is a place filled with contrasts for me. It is a space that should represent happiness and connection, but for me, it often feels like a symbol of my loneliness and pain. The lady, whose coldness hurts more than I can explain, is just one part of the challenge. As an orphan, I long for the simple pleasures that others seem to take for granted. While the park may never be the sanctuary

My second year in a row there for my grand nephew's birthday. Great time and plenty of park equipment and ball games for the little ones to play and run around. Looks very safe, will visit again.

Easy to access, with lots of activities. The 2 and under area could use some more things to do, but luckily they can still explore the rest of the park. Just be mindful that the weekends are crazy and filled with high energy big kids! Definitely suggest coming during the weekday with littles.

Dear Manager, I am writing as a former customer who is deeply concerned about the safety and supervision practices at Good Times Park, particularly in the areas designated for young children. During my last visit, I observed several alarming incidents that could pose serious risks to the children using the park’s facilities. I noticed that some children were playing unsupervised, creating unsafe situations. For example, I witnessed a six-month-old child almost getting hurt in the designated baby area due to older children using equipment incorrectly and without appropriate supervision. I appreciate your previous response to my concerns, but it seems that the essential rules aimed at ensuring the safety of all children are not being adequately enforced. It is particularly troubling that enforcement appears to focus primarily on monetary transactions rather than the essential safety regulations that protect our kids. As a concerned patron, I urge you to take immediate action to address these issues. If these safety concerns are not addressed properly, I feel compelled to share my experiences on social media and spread the word about the lack of safety at Good Times Park. Maintaining a safe environment for children should be the highest priority, and I sincerely hope to see improvements that would encourage me to return as a customer in the future. Thank you for your attention to this matter. I look forward to your response.