When I was eleven, I went on vacation to Las Vegas with my family. While I was there we went to the Grand Canyon. I had noticed, while I was there, that this man and he was kinda creeping me out. I saw him looking at me and every place I went, he would follow. So finally, my mom was kinda creeping at him and noticed he was taking pictures of me. She ran down the side of the canyon to try to confront him and stop him from taking pictures of me. So the whole rest of the trip I was creeped out and I was looking behind me to make sure that the man wasn’t creeping me and following me.