My Costume – A Halloween Story

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I’m not sure when I first realized that I could change my Halloween costume with just my mind. I pretty sure the first time was when I was in the fourth grade and Belinda McDaniels wore the exact same costume to school that I did. Well, not exactly the same. We were both Jasmine from Aladdin, but hers was much, much better than mine because her parents were rich and could afford the best. With the professionally-applied makeup and the jeweled tiara, she looked just like the actress that sang the songs for the Broadway play. When I saw her going into the school, I felt almost ashamed of the tacky costume and plastic mask that I was wearing. I remember saying out loud to myself, “I should have gone as Aladdin… or the Genie.”

As soon as I said that, I felt sort of tingly all over and suddenly I was wearing an Aladdin Genie costume. I didn’t care how it happened, I was just overjoyed that it did. And it was the best Genie costume ever. No one talked about Belinda’s Jasmine costume. All that the other kids could talk about was how fabulous my costume was and how I looked so much like the Genie from Aladdin.

I was really happy about everything, but when I got home, my mother freaked out. “Ciara,” she screamed, “what have you done?”

My name is pronounced see-err-ah, but when Mom was upset with me she would hold out the first part so that it sounded like Seeeeey-rah. She held out my name so very long that I knew I was really in trouble. I thought she was going to spank me or something, but instead she grabbed me up into her arms and sobbed, “What have you become?”

In all my childish innocence I replied, “I am the Genie from Aladdin.”

She took me upstairs into the bathroom and told me to take off the costume. I did and she stood me in front of the mirror in just my underpants and asked, “What do you see?”

I answered, “the Genie” because my entire body was still blue and my face still looked like the blue genie. It took me a moment to understand, but when I did, I looked at her and asked, “How is this possible?”

She sighed very deeply and put her hands on my shoulders.