I think mine is being sick, getting out of bed and getting dressed. I walked out to the garage and my mom was doing laundry. As far as I can think of, this is the only memory I have of her being able to walk.
The second most vague memory would be her taking me to the bus stop in kindergarten on her Hoveround scooter. She would always let me sit on the bottom or our parrot would sit down there and I would just walk.
Its weird how your memory can salvage pieces of your life that you most desire to be reality again.