This was back in 2003. I've not been back to Ohio since, so they've probably changed their policies. All I know is my dad, uncle, and I stood at the entrance chatting with the ride op waiting for him to close the line with the trash can so we'd be the last ones on. Pops and I sat in front, uncle in the second row. Whether it shut down early or not, the fireworks began as our train, the last train of the night with only three people on it, crested the lift.