My only experience at a water park

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I couldn't tell you how old I was. It was before my teenage years but after childhood. Somewhere stuck in that time period where you aren't quite the child you once were but not altogether ready to give up play time and upgrade to more peer pressure, growth pains and acne. Consequently, this would have also been before I moved out of my parents home and into my grandparents home. My dad took me to a water park that had probably been open for a year or two. I had never been but wanted to go and he decided to take me. Not without warnings from my grandparents and mom about keeping me safe. I was still considered epileptic during that time of life, and would not have completely grown out of it until my 18th birthday. My mother was more lax with me and my seizures, I suppose sensing that I knew how to take care of myself and what I should and should not do. My grandparents, and especially my grandmother, were more cautious. That is neither here nor there though. The waterpark was fun, though there were things I wouldn't try and I did get terribly sunburnt and horribly skint when in the wave pool / lazy river type thing. It is an experience that I would like to do again as an adult, but I"m not even sure if that waterpark is still in operation. I wanted to share this story as a way to show that I actually did have good memories with my dad. He wasn't always a good father, and he wasn't always a good s/o to my mom... but I do think he tried. I am still half decided on whether I should call / text my dad tomorrow or not bother.... I Won't mention these other potential relatives if I do. I think I will take my cousins (on my moms side) advice and try to get closure / make peace.. Essentially reach out and see if he even wants to try to mend fences or not.