'Amateur Archeology' or 'I Dreamt Big When I Was Little'

It was the summer of 1993, Jurassic Park was a huge hit and I was 10 years old. We lived in the house on Windemere and my sister and I had a nanny, so we spent a lot of time in our backyard.

One hot day my sister and I noticed something near the back of the garage, below our tree house near the tree swing. We dug it up. Our heads almost exploded with excitement.
I ran inside, my mom just got home, "MOM!!!"
"MOM COME QUICK, LOOK WHAT WE FOUND!!!"

Dinosaur bones. Big ones.

My mom, the tasteful mother hen she was, told me she would call some archeologists and take care of it. I forgot all about it

As I'm older, and more grounded in reality, I'm guessing my Velosaraptor was probably closer in kinship to a Bull Mastiff.