Canobie Lake was my local park growing up. Lived about 45 minutes away.
I went on 'end of school year' field trips there, weekend visits with friends and their family, and Wednesdays with my Dad (he worked Saturdays). After I was married, we bought a house - and I could
walk to Canobie. Visited often for the next 30 years.
People used to stare when 'granny' walked down the exit ramps of Round-Up and the Turkish Twister

Then my DH passed, and I moved away from New England.
I miss watching the Friday Night Fireworks out my front door - and if the breeze was right, I could hear some of the rides.