proofreading

It was a month of sunshine and the weather was pretty good. Also it was a month of fishing. Fishing was exciting as any sports that you could think of. Every morining I woke up almost the same time by birds. The birds sung the beautiful music. When I woke up, I ate some breakfast and drank some coffee. I wore the same hat, carring the gaff, harpoon, fish net, and other things toward a shore. Sometimes I spoke to myself when no one was alone. If some one saw you speaking to yourself, they would think that you were crazy. I kept my voice as low as possible while I was walking down to the shore. On my way to the shore, I encoutered some fishermen and they greeted at me. Naturally, I did the same.