it was a Packard Bell 486 DX2 with 4 MB ram. My parents bought it because they thought it would be "good" for me. My uncle came over with a baseball card cardboard box's worth of pirated 3.5 disks. One of them was Doom.
I remember installing doom and then having to have a "boot disk" to give me enough RAM to run the thing. Glorious, pixelated violence meant i was the coolest nerd on the block for years. So many imps died. So many friends looking over my shoulder and taking turns as we cleared Phobos of hell's minions.
Doom taught me a lot. Configuration. Boot disks. Zip files. Ms-DOS commands. Piracy. Modding. The internet (happypupy and bluesnews led me straight to some sort of Doom
My uncle passed away around a dozen years ago, after a futilely stupid battle with type 2 diabetes (stupid as in, not following doctors orders and losing your legs, kidneys, and vision). But i will always remember him as the uncle who brought me Doom.