My first son and I would walk from our tiny cottage in Redwood City, grab Donuts from a tasty Bolivian shop that did Saltenas as well, and meet friends at Mezes Park. Was always low key there on weekday mornings. Like our own private oasis for a few hours. Until the fighting would begin over the lone Bouncy horse.... It also had a See-Saw that hardly worked...actually do see-saws work any more? I feel like every park I go to they barely bounce back n' forth. Anoth