17 May 2025
Took my 2-year-old to this waterpark thinking we’d make some core summer memories — you know, laughs, splashes, maybe one of those slow-motion bonding moments in the sun. What I got instead was a lesson in how not to design a family-friendly experience.
Let’s start with the slides. My son, who’s barely old enough to say “slide,” couldn’t go on anything… unless he went alone. Which is a big ask for someone who still thinks shoes are optional in life. And me? Not allowed to accompany him. Apparently, parenting stops at the top of the stairs.
Everywhere we went, it felt like we were being followed by the Fun Police. You know, the kind that stare you down like you’re about to do a triple backflip into the toddler pool. I picked my kid up because he was crying — “Sir, please don’t lift your child like that.” I walked three feet off the designated parent path — “Sir, please remain in the parent-approved zone.” I sneezed — probably a violation.
I understand rules and safety. I do. But when the vibe starts to feel more like a correctional facility with chlorinated air, something’s off. Oh hell, you even have more fun in Cel Block 8 from jail and also not worth 290dh