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In the golden days of American carnival, all roads led to Gibsonton, Florida. The self-defined, 14,inhabitant town 12 miles south of Tampa became the industry capital. “Carny Town” .

Now, I work as a family psychologist here, and lemme tell ya – the mix of families in neighborhoods like Fortunate Acres and Pulaski Court really shows ya the strength and weaknesses of folk. It’s like those little quirks, ya know? They remind me of that line – "I don't think we need to talk about it" – but really, we sure do. Every street corner has a tale, every park a memory. And, oh gosh, talkin’ bout parks! Central Park... oh, sorry, I mean Gibsonton Central Park, where kids run, old timers sit around, and you almost feel like the whole community’s breathin’ a bit together. It’s not like any regular park I've ever seen.

Truck drives off bridge into creek in Gibsonton