Determine whether the following is a personal or factual recount. Write P if it is personal and F if it is factual. 1. When I was five years old, I took an extreme liking to my sisters toys. It made little difference that I had a trunk overflowing with dolls and toys of my own. Her “big girl” treasures were much easier to break, and much more appealing. Likewise, when I was ten and she was twelve, the earrings and make-up that she was slowly permitted to experiment with held my attention, while my former obsession with catching bugs seemed to be a distant and fading memory. 2. Last week, our class planted some bean seeds in ice-cream cups. We watered the seeds. After that we placed the cups on the windowsill in the sun. About five days later, we observed that some of the seeds were beginning to germinate. A few days later, the plants had started to sprout leaves. By the end of the week, they were about seven centimeters tall. 3. Yesterday my family went to the zoo to see the elephant. When we got to the zoo, we went to the shop to buy some food to give to the animals. After getting the food we went to the nocturnal house where we saw birds and reptiles which only come out at night. 4. My mother brought us up single-handedly. It was a Herculean task for a woman so frail, dealing with three adolescent children. But she managed. She never finished high school, but her deft hands had skillfully eked out a living for the four of us. She was good at knitting. That tided us over until the eldest got a diploma of teaching. Then she put up a sari-sari store to send the other children to college. Mother wanted us all to start a college degree and she had sacrificed much to see us through 5. When I saw my sister, Delia, beating my dog with a stick, I felt hate heave like a caged, angry beast in my chest. Out in the sun, the hair of my sister glinted like metal and, in her brown dress, she looked like a sheathed dagger. Biryuk hugged the earth and screamed but I could not bound forward nor cry out to my sister. She had a weak heart and she must not be surprised. So I held myself, my throat swelled, and I felt hate rear and plunge in its cage of ribs. ​