I just remember riding my bike up and down this street and running around in my friends yards and sleepovers and playing hopscotch and playing in the rain puddles on this street. So you were safe. My parents would let me ride my bike all over. This road really just reminds me of childhood. On february 25th, 2005 when i found out my father was arrested, this place became not my home. And no one ever slept in my house again. You okay . Yeah. Are we good . Everybody is rolling . Reporter its been more than a decade since your life, as you knew it changed forever. What do you remember about that day . It was a normal day. I had slept in. I was substitute teaching and i would just took the day off. And then theres a knock on my door. So im already thinking who is this person in my apartment building. He said he was the fbi. Reporter is there any reason you should even expect the fbi to be no. Reporter at your home . No. Reporter what does he say, exactly . He asked, do you know who btk is .