The first time I've flown was in my first ever lucid dream! I fell on the ground in my street and for some other reason i realized I was dreaming. It was dark and wanted to get the hell out of there so I lifted both of my arms 'supermanstyle' and rushed trough a house into the black dark sky. Now that I think about it, I usually become lucid when my dreams are dark and scary, it's my way of becoming lucid (not all of the time) really. I wonder if it's because that was the 'mood' of my first lucid, that I have associated it with that. Anyways, it's not that fun, I'll tell you... but I'm getting off topic here :p I always fly like that, but one time I made a broomstick and flew to the top of the tallest mountain!

Happy flying!