A childhood belief about toys

When I was really little, I thought the goo inside the Stretch Armstrong toys is what made them really stretchy. On one of my brother's birthdays, he got a Stretch Armstrong dog. Being rough-housing boys, my brothers promptly snapped it and left it lying around as they checked out the other new toys. I went to pick up the toy dog without realizing it was broken. When I noticed the goo getting all over my hands, I freaked out screaming and crying- I had frightening visions in my head of my brothers pulling my arms, stretching them, twisting them, just as they did with the toy dog. My parents had no idea why I was so inconsolable. When I washed my hands and realized they weren't stretchy, I was so relieved that I'd washed it off "before the effects started."