In a long line of Minivans and SUV's, Ashley joined the rest of the moms and dads retrieving their little ones from morning kindergarten. She watched the rain trickle down her vehicle's windshield then sat back and closed her eyes. Her young daughter was humming back in her car seat, to no song in particular. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she looked at her blonde hair, with strawberry highlights, pulled up in a clasp. Playing with the wisps of her curls she studied it hanging down, framing her face. There was a glint in her green eyes, and they were intense and full of life. She still felt 18 despite her 33 years of age. She was a pretty confident teen but now she was even more confident as an adult.

Presently she felt she sometimes got lost in a world of bill paying, carpooling, housework and other mundane things that occupy a stay-at-home mom's day. She'd walked away from her career a few years back, raising her children was her most important job ever and she took it seriously. Somewhere along the way she lost parts of herself. She was mom, wife, sister and daughter but not always Ashley. She was only slightly the girl she remembered at 18.

Shifting her focus from her daughter's beautiful humming to the familiar song starting on the radio, her mind drifted back to a wild week one summer after she graduated high school...