But I miss those days now , when I walk by the spot of pavement where we all sat , near the window of the girl 's house , since her parents would n't let her go anywhere . I used to write novels for her . It was easy , I only had to write down what was going on in my imagination .

Question: What may happen after sitting on the pavement ?
Answer: I would write my thoughts down .We would all talk together .We would all stay home .None of the above choices .