There were Lincoln Logs and Legos, Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars, Tiddly Winks and Pick Up Sticks.
My toy box was like that of many other boys growing up in the late '70s and early '80s. It was filled with board games, action figures and, of course, a Magic 8 Ball.
But one toy clearly was my favorite.
Stretch Armstrong.
The rubbery muscle man stood 13 inches tall, but was pliable enough to be stretched up to 4 feet. And the makers of the toy encouraged boys like me to "Squish him, scrunch him, stretch him out."
And I did.
The advertisements showed Stretch in such contortions as the Giant Pretzel, the African Strangle Hold and the Big Boa Buster.
"Stretch him long ... stretch him thin, watch him return to shape again!" the commercials urged.
I would pull his arms as far as I could, wrap them around his torso three or four times -- maybe even five on a good day -- then sit and watch, amazed as he returned to his original form.
