conv: I remember when I was about 7 years old and my mom married my stepdad whom I loved dearly.  He was like a real dad to me.  He built me a wooden playhouse in the back yard. It was so life-like and I have such fond memories of playing in there.  My stepdad worked for pillsbury and brought home dough and I would pretend I was baking. Good for you to have such memorable experience to have and remember of. Can you bake now for real? Yes somewhat_comma_ although with all that practice in childhood I should be much better.   I miss my stepdad so much.   I have nothing but fond memories of him. Are you still in contact with him?