Pinocchio, spurred on by the hope of finding his father and of being in time to save him, swam all night long.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was growing up in the Philippines, the story that was read to me most was Pinocchio.
The swimmer adrift on the open seas measures his strength, and strives with all his muscles to keep himself afloat. But what is he to do when there is no land on the horizon, and none beyond it?
What I wanted in life always was to write something as good as 'Pinocchio.' I wanted to write. I wanted to evolve. I wanted to grow.
I cannot believe that 'Pinocchio' is over yet, and I always think about so many great memories that I made while playing in the drama.
I just always really wanted to swim. It was always a family thing: dad obviously swam, and my sister did, too. And mum used to come along to meets. They had to drag me out of the pool - so there was never any pressure on me to swim. It was just something I loved doing.
Swimming took up so much of my faculties, and for so long, I was willing to give it everything.
It really was my brother who got me involved in swimming. I wanted to be just like him and do everything he was doing.
'Swimming Pool' was a very important moment for me because the character was written for me.
Fancy the happiness of Pinocchio on finding himself free! Without saying yes or no, he fled from the city and set out on the road that was to take him back to the house of the lovely Fairy.
At such a loving invitation, Pinocchio, with one leap from the back of the orchestra, found himself in the front rows. With another leap, he was on the orchestra leader's head. With a third, he landed on the stage.