Time Travel Episode 2

The first time I time traveled was a major milestone for me. In Time Travel Training (T3), there is a lot of technique that needs to be mastered for you to be safe and comfortable, and so you don't end up in the wrong situation. I had a lot of glitches in those first few months where I'd travel back a few seconds on accident, and then get stuck in a circle where I just kept traveling back a second before and doing it again. It's like when you accidentally tazer yourself and then you can't stop...i guess? It's hard to explain. It felt like extreme deja vu for ever and ever until my mom helped me get out of it. 
So when I finally traveled back more than a couple minutes, I was ecstatic. I decided to go back to my favorite moment in time-- when my dad taught me to ride a bike. Although, I wasn't paying much attention to details. I saw the sunset and the smiles on our faces but I was too dumbfounded to notice anything of importance. But sometimes when I'm in a bad mood I go back to that moment to relive the memories of my real father. 
--------------------------That same day-------------------------------------------------
I couldn't take it anymore! Mr. Stupid Stepdad Richard was getting on my last nerve! I needed to go somewhere that I love, and I knew just the place. 
I cleared my mind  and laid down on my bed, crossing my arms over my body and picturing the scene. Suddenly, I felt the pressure on my lungs like I was dropping from the top of a rollercoaster. Opening my eyes, yellow lines dashed around my head and my hands and feet were curled up toward my torso as to not get burned. I closed my eyes again and the green grass rose up beneath my bare feet. I was home. I walked from the back yard to the front sidewalk and hid behind a tree, watching my dad gaze at me, full of pride and excitement. Then, he let go and let me soar down the block. I never get tired of watching this scene. However, this time I decided to take a different perspective, and I climbed up onto the roof of my old house. From there I stood tall, turning to face the backyard and the outline of Chicago to the north. Then, something caught my eye. A figure walked out from behind the backyard pine trees and made his way toward the house. He took out a key and jiggled it in the back garage door, looking around frantically. Looking around just enough for me to catch a glimpse of Richard's face.