Tenth grade. We were at our neighborhood/childhood park hanging out all day, and when it got dark we went and sat on the grass in front of the little lake that was there. Neither of us were driving at the time, so my mom had just messaged me that she was in the parking lot and the guy I was with was a bit frustrated and said he wanted to do something. We both got up and held hands as we were walking back, but right before the parking lot, there's a tiny bridge and a big bush blocking the view from the cars. He kind of did that thing where he stopped while we were holding hands, but it was sudden so I kept walking, and he pulled me back to him. It was awkward as I didn't really register what happened until after it happened, and it felt like it went by super fast. Still with him.