Last year my son's first day of summer vacation landed on a Friday. Instead of waiting for Saturday to start his summer break I took him to your park. We left with the 2 of the most insane stuffies he ever saw. I'm extremely skilled at skiball and I spent a bit of money. We left saying we need to come back with dad.

Less than a month later we returned. My son wanted to participate in a carny game I objected to. He begged and I of course gave in. We stood in line for over 30 minutes watching player after player coming nowhere close to reaching the top of the ladder that spun, over and over again. My son's turn finally came. The lazy dirtbag that ran the game mumbled rules at us and my son attacked the ladder. Just as he was about to ring the bell going further than any game player we witnessed for over 30 minutes the dirtbag lifted his foot from the ladder and stomped on it shaking my son off. Everyone in line was angry, I could care less. My son is an only child from socially conscious parents and a large stuffed animal means nothing to me. We paid for 3 tries. My son then was ready for the dirtbag to play dirty and when he tried to knock my son off he was ready and successfully made it to the top and rang the bell. The line roared and cheered, my son looked so happy. I again didn't really want a giant stuffy to come home with us. The dirtbag said my son cheated because he wrapped his arms around the ladder. Everyone in the crowed went ballistic and my son asked calmly what are the rules. It was his 3rd time and he made it to the top and rang the bell. This time I was like, OK he earned it. He won the giant stuffy. Guess what happened. The dirtbag said he didn't win. literally everyone in the line went bananas. My kid was completely crushed. I think if the crowed hadn't gotten so incensed he'd have gotten passed it.

A few weeks ago I asked my son where he wanted to go the first weekend of summer break. I suggested your park and he plainly said no. So instead we went with friends to the Cape Cod inflatable park. We left on Friday and came home today this Monday. We purchased a private cabana and spent a bit more than a giant stuffy.

When we got home I started searching for places to celebrate my son's birthday. I asked him if he wanted to have his birthday party at your place. He turned to me and yelled at me that he never wanted to ever go there again and don't ask him again. They are "LIARS AND CHEATERS"

More than anything I can say about your place, my son says it all. My 8 year old son is the boy that every mother wants their son or daughter to be friends with. My son's teachers have made it a point to tell me how morally astonishing he is, from the time he was 3. When an 8 year old with amazing morals and a good sense of injustice refuses to run around an amusement park with his friends while being allowed to eat endless junk food that speaks volumes about how shatteringly bad a place is.