where is this sun you speak of?

I'm trying out to remember my childhood memories just in case I need to be reminded of how simple life was. I don't think this makes sense to do at all but ever since I've started this website, for some reason, I see myself reading this when I am 70 or so... who knows? So let's roll with it... This does not necessarily have to be a long-form blog. Let me start... Childhood memory (more like snippets that I remember now that I am 3 decades older): I remember sitting on the three-seater green sofa that was adjacent to the living room door. There's a four/five-level bookshelf between the door and the sofa. I think it was one of my favourite things in the living room because my father built the bookshelf from scratch and I remember getting too excited about the fact that I can see all my books in one place in the living room!  At a certain time of day (I do not recall if it's in the morning or afternoon), the sun rays pass through the door perfectly that makes our r...