It was heaven for us teens in its final years. It was either 95 or 96. It was remarkable.
That summer the Yankees ran a promo if you brought in a stub from a Yankee game, you would get in for free. We went to a game and I took the stubs of everyone who was with us. We had about 8 stubs. We used them the first time, then quickly realized we could sell them in the parking lot. It was amazing. If it cost $25 to get in, we'd sell them for 15-20 a pop, which would pay for our food, gas tolls, etc.
We kept going to NYY games and we'd ask everyone we saw for their stub after the game. They always obliged. Rather than waste a stub to get in, we snuck in, jump in the wave pool then go to the customer service desk and say we lost our bracelets on the cliff dive. It became a pretty good money making endeavor at 17 y/o. We were up there 3 or 4 times a week in July/Aug of that summer. It was great.
We wound up befriending a bunch of staff who showed us fun things like how to take off the governor on the go carts and told us to stop waiting in lines. We'd jump right in the roaring spings ride and just wait in the first splashdown pool for someone to lose their tube. It was never a > 45 sec wait. We also would just never leave the colorado river ride. You get off, and slip your way right back down to the bottom whered you would carry your tube up an repeat.
I hate "remember whens" or "glory days", but that summer was a lawless, fun, money making endeavor that I'll never forget.