Our bus goes into the ravine

Getting around Jamaica meant taking a bus, which was really just a van, or taking a taxi. One time I was coming back with my father from having visited my uncle in Mandeville, and we was coming through the mountains when the bus went off the edge. All the people them started shouting but it was too late. We rolled right off the edge and came tumbling down into the ravine, finally reaching a stop all tangled in the trees.
Some of the people them was hurt, and it seemed like it took a long time for the police to come and help the people get out. Scared me to ride in them things ever since.