I am not sure if many people have heard of this place, however it is a great place in Massachusetts, somewhere near Cape Cod if I am not mistaken. However, it is a great place for family and fun, particularly in the winter time. I have recently been there with several of my cousins. It is a great place, and, to make things feel even more like the holidays, it was snowing the entire time we had been there. I do not know whether it was a coincidence or some sort of magic, but it sure made everyone there happier. There are quite a few rides there and, for the most part, they are faster and possibly longer than at normal amusement parks. Seeing as how, as people who have met myself in real life know and will verify, I am rather tall for my age, I was always going on rides with my seven year old cousin.

   When we first got to Edaville the first thing we did, besides taking photos in front of the displays, was get onto the carousel. However, my youngest cousin, who is about three right now, refused to get on the ride the first time. However, after the first go-round, he decided that now he wanted to get on the ride. I, now decided to take a turn off of the ever popular ride and take pictures instead.

   Now I am not one to usually dislike balloon rides, but on the second ride, known affectionately as "The Nut Tree", I began to freak out mid-air, so now I realize why my mother panics in these rides as well. This is because both of us are somewhat...chunky I suppose one might say. My mother, having witnessed several deaths in amusement parks, would continually panic about the cart that we would be in breaking off of the ride and falling.

   Right next to the balloon ride of death is a different and less frightening ride, the flying elephant ride. I had not been on this ride...well since before I could remember. This is because the last time that I had been to the park a large group of children cut in front of me and I did not have the chance to ride, sadly. However, now I was able to, so I bravely hopped in line with the aforementioned seven year old cousin to fly in elephant  number five. The buttons for flight had long been worn down to reveal the plastic beneath them, however, that did not stop them from working quite well.

   After that, most of our fingers were nearly frozen and so we went inside for a bit to warm up, but also, it was time for pictures with Santa. Before that was able to happen I was dragged onto the only indoor ride, the bumper cars. Who dragged me? None other than my seven year old cousin who decided that he would be the one to drive. While we crashed into other cars my other five cousins got us all pretzels and drinks. Following a brief break my seven year old cousin's five year old brother also wanted to go on the bumper cars, which was rather fun as he worked the gas pedal and I steered the car. After this was the picture with Santa, to which my three year old cousin nearly refused to pose for, but with the prospect of getting onto the train he finally relented.

   Now came the most anticipated point of the day, the train ride. However, our train tour took a little bit of a detour as the train that had just boarded broke down and was smoking, and not in a good way, as a steam engine would. So we ended up waiting forty plus minutes for the people who had just been evacuated to have their ride and have another train come pick us up. However, it was well worth the wait as everything seemed to have a magical feel to it after the sun set.

   After the train ride's light tour it was time for one last ride of the night. I decided to take on the tilt-a-whirl, which has always been one of my favorite rides in any amusement park. My younger cousins decided upon this little airplane ride which resembled the elephant ride in essence, however, at the last minute the seven year old and five year old decided to go on the ride with me. We managed to score the last spot from a family who wanted to be on the ride with each other, which is fine by me. We all squished in and held the bar down waiting for the ride to begin, once it did there was, sadly for my five year old cousin, no going back. The ride and our cart spun wildly around in circles, sometimes rising and falling. My cousins were screaming out how they were going to barf and how they wanted their mother, to which I replied, "Just hold on!" In the end, it was my favorite part of the day, however, not my younger cousins.

panditplays : By recently, you mean sometime in December? If yes, that sounds like an awesome way to spend the time leading up to the holidays. Did you take any pictures to share with us?

I've heard of it, but I have never been there. 

And it sounds like a few of the tiny little places in Panama City Beach, Florida. My step-mom's parents have a time share on the beach, and i always spent my money on the go karts. XD But, i usually had enough left after to do a few rides with my little brother and sister. 

 Zanderlex: Yes, this trip was actually the weekend before Christmas time. I do have some pictures, but I cannot find my cell phone at the time, sorry about that.

thing1 : Edaville is quite a bit like it, except that there is a one time fee for both the train and the admission (besides snacks and beverages). Those places in Panama City Beach sound rather fun as well!

Thank you both so much for replying to this thread!