The first time I read The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde I was horrified. My mother had handed me an old dog-eared novel to entertain myself while she did some work. Looking curiously at the fairly read book, I had wondered what could possibly have happened between Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I settled down on my bed and began to read the pages earnestly. The story had me gripped until the last page and I could not stop thinking about what I had just learnt: Dr. Jekyll was indeed Mr. Hyde. The situation was so absurd that fear shot through me when I realized a simple potion could transform a person! At that moment, my nine year old self forgot it was fiction and was consumed by terror. I had flung the book under my bed and dashed out of the room straight into my mother’s arms. True fear had gripped me. …show more content…
Jekyll/Mr. Hyde was out to get me. Slowly, I let go of the terror and continued my mundane life, going to school and playing hopscotch. But at the back of my mind a question floated around: why would Dr. Jekyll want to change into such a frightful character when his life was perfect? Most of the time the answer to this question always came back to Mr. Jekyll being an ungrateful man who just wanted an excuse to perform evil acts. After answering this question, I always felt guilty about not thanking my parents profusely for the comfortable life they had given me and sought to make amends. So that was my relationship with Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde. I never wanted to be like