My Traumatic Story

This is a crazy story, but I swear it's true. I swear.
On my eighth birthday I was involved in a school bus accident. No personal injury lawyers were present. It was a rainy morning in Iowa. There was mud everywhere. My brothers and I got on the school bus like normal, and we started the thirty minute drive to our least favorite destination: school. Our bus driver was old, so old that he had started driving buses when my grandpa was driving them for our school district. That was a long time ago. Our bus driver, we'll call him Bob, was kind of an old fart (in the kindest sense of the term) who liked to joke with us, and who was famous for yelling back to us from his driver's seat, "Get up again [against] the winda [window]". He was hilarious and we loved him.
So there we were, driving to school. Again I would like to emphasize that no personal injury lawyers were present. We were driving along a back gravel road, and I was just as happy as a clam because it was my birthday, after all. I had my bucket full of cookies, and that's all I really needed. Then, all of a sudden, our bus was on its side. My cookies were everywhere. Realize: there were no personal injury lawyers present. People were screaming, people were crying, there was some confusion. The high schoolers lifted us small kids up through the windows onto the side of the bus that was now pointing upward. Bob kicked out the front window and the high schoolers went out through there. We climbed down very carefully. Again, there were no personal injury lawyers present. Another bus came and took us to school, where we were given the option to go home or stay there. I stayed. It was my birthday, after all.
No one got hurt, except for one girl that cut her thumb on a window and Bob, who hurt his hip kicking out the windshield. I'm glad no personal injury lawyers were present; Bob was sad enough as it was.
Do things like this ever happen in Houston? Maybe I'll move there....