Read the excerpt from "My First March.”I had never seen so many buses in my life! Whether I looked through the front windshield or the window by my seat, an ocean of buses was all I could see. Yellow school buses, silver Greyhounds, and buses in all kinds of colors that didn’t have any writing on them. Mama said they were all going to the same place as us, which didn’t seem possible. What kind of place could hold all those people?
The narrator emphasizes seeing more buses than ever before and describes them as an “ocean” of buses. That surprising sight makes the narrator feel amazed. The question about where all those people could fit shows wonder, not boredom or impatience.
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