Dear Robber(s),

You probably weren't expecting to hear from me, especially ten years later, but here I am. I was in fourth grade when you came into my house. My mom left the house to pick my brothers and me up from school and that's when you seized the opportunity to change our lives forever. It only took 20 minutes for my mom to pick us up and that's all you needed.

For as long ago as this was, I still vividly remember most of what happened. I was right behind my mom when the four of us walked into the front door, you were already gone, and she could tell something was off almost instantly. I thought it was because of a mother's intuition, but it was actually because you needed our shoe tote to carry what you took so you dumped all our shoes out in the middle of the living room floor.

In an attempt to not let us know that she knew something was up she said: "That was really weird of your dad to put the shoes in the middle of the floor like that." After she stepped over the pile shoes, she enters the dining room and all my brothers and I hear is a hysterical "Oh no!" That's when we notice the first thing missing, our desktop computer - monitor, tower, keyboard, mouse, everything. We immediately went through the rest of the house to see what else was missing. From what I remember, you took the PlayStation 2 and what ended up being $300 worth of jewelry.

You probably thought you got away with this, which you did for the most part. However, there were a few things about this robbery that lead me to believe that I know who you are. I don't know if you were a part of the actual robbing, but I do strongly believe that you were an accomplice. First and foremost, everything was done in a respectful way. Nothing was ransacked, and the only mess there was was from when you dumped out the shoes.

While this whole ordeal should be considered a mistake, there were four things that happened that exposed you. From what I understand, you came in through the downstairs bathroom window. The thing about that is there are not very many people who could fit through that window, especially you. I'm almost positive you came in through the back door and then popped out the screen on the window to make it look like that was your point of entry.

The second thing you did wrong was stealing the jewelry. The jewelry box was in an upstairs linen closet, who would think to look in there for something to steal unless you have been to the house before and knew that was there?

The third one helped you more than it hurt you. My mom's purse with the wallet inside was hanging on the dining room chair and you went through the wallet, but you didn't take any cards out of it. I think you chose not to take anything because it could've potentially been tracked back to you.

Finally, the timing was almost too perfect. It's like you knew my mom left for 20 minutes every weekday to get my brother's and I from school. Oh wait, you did. At first, we thought we were being stalked, but too many other things started pointing in your direction.

I could be wrong and this could've been completely random, but I have my reasons to believe it wasn't. Regardless of whoever you are and what you did, you did teach me a few things. You taught nine-year-old me that there are bad people in the world, in my city, and briefly in my home. You taught me how to be more cautious, sometimes overly cautious. For example, if I'm leaving the house, I hide some of my more valuable things in my room and lock my bedroom door. You taught me to be more aware of my surroundings. If you are who I think you are, you even taught me to not be overly trusting of people, and for that I thank you.

I'll never understand why you did what you did, but I hope you never make a family feel violated like this ever again.

Yours Truly,

Hunter Johnson