Tie my shoes
I was very young, but I still remember my older brother helping me tie my shoelaces. He had just learned to tie his own a year before, and when the time came, he helped me with mine. I also remember when my legs were too short to reach the floor, dangling in the air off the chair. When I finally could touch the floor, Mom praised me (or, maybe congratulated me is a better description) like it was my own accomplishment. Young children thrive on a stream of encouragement like that.
Mom bought our shoes at a store downtown that had brightly colored wooden children’s seats cut in the shapes of various animals. I think it was called “The Shoe House.”