Seems like there should be, since that's the entire idea of having a "family" section. Maybe that's something that should be brought to the attention of the folks in Guest Services.
Solid advice here, PIZ. I'll repeat the "no end zone" warning, with the caveat that you can run into an #^&@ anywhere in the stadium.
OJ was still here when Dad took me to my first game, which means I couldn't have been any older than nine ... but I'll be honest, I don't remember much from the first few. Now, by the time I was 15, sitting in the upper deck, buying my first beer at a game, and smelling the aroma of pot smoke from the guys behind us ... yeah, those games I remember a little better. That was in 1984, and boy, was that team terrible.