Okay so I'm at my church's summer camp in Daytona Florida (where it is held not where the church is) and it is on the beach. The part of Daytona we are in has a lot of homeless/shifty people, especially on the beach. I just got back from the beach, and here's what happened...
For a certain reason that I will not say, I could not go deep in the water. I was bored so I went to talk to my mom who is a leader. (Thank God she was there.) Then a security man came up to my mom, so my mom told me to go in the ocean for a sec. The security man did not know that I was her daughter, but he told her to move me around because there was a weird homeless guy that was checking me out and following me, and if he followed me he would stop him. I came back to my mom and asked her what that was all about and she said that there was a weird homeless guy checking me out. Now, something you may not know: I am severely afraid of homeless people. On that note, tears filled my eyes. I found the man, and of course he was looking at me. Then my mom was walking with me around the beach and he didn't follow me directly, but was walking in my general direction and staring in my direction. He looked at other girls, but he was following me. I went to an umbrella and chairs and my friends asked me what was wrong. After I had explained it they went over there and said he smelled like smoke and was whispering weird things. I didn't know what he wanted to do to me, so my mom bought me a slushy to make me feel better, then we left the beach.
